Like a falling coconut in flight, in the
valley I falter
A horse's final breath, fear infects my
hope
Leaving me with mercy, a fragile thread of
pain
Can I find wings to flee or an angel's
mighty hand?
I'm spent, my strength depleted, forsaken
in this land
Yet, through mountains, a voice echoes,
strong and clear
A whirlwind's song, a warrior's anthem,
bees' hymns drawing near
Like a gong's gentle tone, the voice
resonates, "Do not worry"
"Forever I will make you known, hold
on, I am with you"
Like a mother in labour’s pain, my breath
held tight
I push out fear's paralysis and let hope
reign. (Isaiah 41:10)
Like a tongue of a burning furnace, comes
the rescue
Behind me, he holds my hands, lamenting
"I love you"
Fears and death, I have consumed eternally
A chosen generation thou art, a wire of
continuity. (1 Pet. 2:9)
Arise, son of the mortals, recuperate, thy
strengths
No more pains, Shadow has flown, welcome
to paradise
Dance in glory, no more death. You have vanquished
In His name, thou art Victor. (Revelation 2:7)
Poet: Ayella John Bosco, Writer/Critic/Teacher
Type: Christian Devotional Poetry
Style: Free Fall
28th May 2025
The poem is a beautiful expression of faith, hope, and redemption. It is to encourage you to trust in God's presence and power, even in the face of fear and uncertainty.
